I wake a headache makes itself present with a dull throbbing. The sun is too bright in my eyes to allow for me to see much of anything. I flutter them and see that I am with a muscular man. I groan and poke my sleeping partner, who's back is facing me.
"Mmmm…" he moans
"Get up." I mutter, cracking one eye open long enough to look at the clock. "It's almost 11:30 am."
He rolls over and we simultaneously open our eyes, and all of a sudden, I am looking into Tony's face.
"Ahhhh!" we both yell, scrambling out of the bed, on opposite sides of it, staring at the other.
"What did you do!?" We both yell at each other at the same time.
"I didn't do anything!" we both yell together again.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Tony exclaims as I yell "What am I doing in your bed?"
We both stare at each other for a moment, confused, each of us trying to recall the events of last night.
"Did we have sex?" I ask, wide eyed, now suddenly realizing we're naked.
I grab a blanket from his bed, and wrap it around myself.
"Yeah. I think so." He says, just as confused.
Bits of the previous night's events flash through my memory.
"How many times? Where?" I ask, just as confused, but the left over alcohol in my system is still making my thoughts foggy.
"No idea." He sighs in response.
"Can you help me find my clothes?" I ask, still in shock.
He nods, and says "As long as you help me find mine." He wraps himself in one of his blankets and starts looking.
I find his underwear on the bookcase in the hallway to his bedroom.
My bra is hanging from his dining room chandelier.
His pants are wedged in his bedroom door.
My dress is in his kitchen, in the sink, half wet due to a leaky faucet.
His jacket was wedged between the headboard and the wall of his guest bedroom.
My heels were under the couch.
Once we pieced everything together, my headache was awful again.
I groan.
"What's wrong?" Tony asks in a voice equally as pained as my own.
"Hangover." I moan, rubbing my temples.
"I know just the remedy. Care to come with me?" he asks, grabbing his car keys.
"Alright, but tell anyone about this and you're screwed."
"I already am." He smirks.
I punch him in the gut. "You know what I mean."
"I know what the tat on your ass is now." He smiles
" Don't breathe a word of this." I say, firmly
"I won't Kit-Kat. I promise." I look into his normally playful brown eyes and see only sincerity.
"Okay, Tony. I believe you."
